In the quiet of the evening’s sigh,
Where dreams and shadows softly lie,
A whisper echoes in the still,
Of hopes and dreams unmet, unfulfilled.

The stars above, in silent grace,
Bear witness to this lonely space,
Where hearts once open, now retreat,
To mend the wounds of their defeat.

The moon, a gentle, watchful eye,
Sees tears that fall, though none ask why,
As courage falters, fades away,
In the face of what words cannot say.

Yet in this silence, strength is born,
A promise of a brighter morn,
For every “no” that dims the light,
A thousand stars will shine tonight.